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News Section / Indian Prince designs a £60,000 Gold and Diamond Shirt
« on: December 24, 2011, 03:16:20 PM »
Amitabh Chandel, a designer by profession but a gentleman who can trace his roots to one of the most prominent royal families of India has created a £60,000 ($93,000) shirt. The high cost of the shirt can be attributed to its being made entirely in silk, embroidered painstakingly by hand and then buttoned up with 25 high value solitaire diamonds and gold

Nice Sharings / How to perform Salah
« on: December 20, 2011, 02:58:25 PM »
How to perform Salah (also known as Namaz) in the correct manner :
if any step is not clear to you, please ask a Imam or adult.

Stand straight on the Musalla (prayer mat) facing the Qibla, which is the direction towards the Holy Ka’bah.
(Females must keep their feet together. The feet must be joined at the ankles.)
Read the following:

Inni wajjahtu wajhiya lillahi fataras samaawati wal arda hanifaw wama ana minal mushrikeen.
Verily, I have set my face firmly and truly towards Him who created the Heavens and the Earth. And never shall I ascribe partners to Almighty Allah.
Say the Niyyah or intention. You can say this aloud or read it in your mind.
For example: “O Allah, I intend to perform 2 Rakah Farz of Fajr Salah facing Your Holy Ka’bah.”
Raise your hands to your ears. Say: Allahu Akbar (Allah is Great.)
(Females should lift their hands up to their shoulders and say “Allahu Akbar”. The palms must be facing the Qibla)

This reading of “Allahu Akbar” is also known as Takbeer­-e-Tahreema.

Now place your right hand on your left hand just below the navel (females should place their hands on their chest, and the right hand placed over the left hand). Eyes should be focused on the place for Sajda.
After this, read the Sana, which is :

Subhanakallah humma wa bi hamdika wa tabarak asmuka wa ta'ala jadduka wa la ilaha ghairuk.
O Allah, Glory and Praise are for You, and blessed is Your Name, and Exalted is Your Majesty; there is no God but You.
Then read the Ta’uuz:
A'uzoo billahi minash shaytanir rajeem.
I seek shelter in Allah from Shaytan, the rejected one.
Then read the Tasmiya:
Bismillahir rahmanir raheem.
In the Name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.
When you have read this, you should then read the Surah Fatiha:

Alhamdulillahi Rabbil aalameen. Ar-rahmanir raheem. Maaliki yawmid Deen. Iyaaka na’budu wa iyaka nasta’een. Ihdinas siraatal mustaqeem. Siraatal lazeena an’amta alayhim, ghayril magdubi alayhim walad daaleen.

All Praise is for Almighty Allah. Lord of the Universe. Most Merciful, Most Kind. Master of the Day of Judgement. You Alone we worship, from You alone we ask for help. Guide us along the Straight Path, the path of whom you have favoured, not of those who earned Your anger and went astray.
You should then read any Surah or three verses of the Holy Qur’an.

Now bow down and go into Ruku saying “Allahu Akbar” and read the Tasbeeh of Ruku 3 times :

Subhana Rabbiyal Azeem (Glory to my Lord, the Great.)
(For females, the arms should be pressed towards the body. The feet at the ankles should be joined together.)

After the Ruku, stand up. With your arms by your side, read the Tasbeeh of Qiyaam once, which is : Sami Allahu liman hamidah. Rabbana walakal hamd. (Allah hears those who praise Him. Our Lord, praise be to You).

Go into prostration or Sajda saying “Allahu Akbar”.
Make sure that the forehead, nose, palms, and your knees are touching the ground.
For males, make sure that your arms are not touching the floor.
(Females must make sure that the stomach and the arms are drawn close to the body. The elbows and thighs should lie flat against the ground. The hips should not be raised and should be as close to the ground as possible. See image 5 above.)
Read the Tasbeeh of Sajda three times: Subhana Rabbiyal A'la (Glory to my Lord, the Highest).

Raise your face from the ground from Sajda whilst saying “Allahu Akbar”. Sit upright with your knees bent and your palms placed on them.

(Females should sit tight with both feet towards the right side, so that the right leg is over the left leg.) This is the Jalsa position.
Now go back into Sajda saying “Allahu Akbar” and read the Tasbeeh of Sajda again three times.
This completes one cycle (or Rakah) of Salah.
In the second Rakah you will not read the Sana, the Ta'uuz or the Tasmiya. You must follow the rest of the sequence as we have explained above.
After the second Sajda, you will sit and read the Tashahudd, which is:

At-tahiyyaatu lillahi wassalawaatu wat-tayyibaatu assalaamu alayka ayyuhan nabiyyu wa rahmatullahi wa barakaatuhu assalamu alayna wa ala ibadillahis saaliheen, ash shadu Allah ilaaha illallahu wa ash hadu anna Muhammadan abduhu wa rasuluh.

All prayer is for Allah, and worship and goodness. Peace be upon you, O Prophet, and the Mercy of Allah and His Blessings. Peace be upon us and on the righteous servants of Allah. I bear witness that there is no God but Allah, and bear witness that Muhammad is His Servant and Messenger.
When you come to the words ‘ash shadu Allah’, raise your index finger, and bring it back down when you say ‘ilaaha illallah’.
After the above Tashahudd, you will read the Durood-e-Ibrahim

Allahumma salli ala Muhammadin wa ala aali Muhammadin kamaa sallayta ala Ibrahima wa ala aali Ibrahima innaka hameedum majeed. Allahumma baarik ala Muhammadin wa ala aali Muhammadin kamaa baarakta ala Ibrahima wa ala aali Ibrahima innaka hameedum majeed.

O Allah, send Your Peace upon Muhammad and the family of Muhammad, as you have blessed Ibrahim and his family. Truly, You are Praiseworthy and Glorious.
O Allah, bless Muhammad and the family of Muhammad, as you have blessed Ibrahim and his family. Truly, You are Praiseworthy and Glorious.

Then recite this Dua:
Allahumma inni zalamtu nafsi zulman kaseeran wa la yaghfiruz zunuba illa anta faghfirlee maghfiratam min indika warhamni innaka antal ghafoorur raheem.

O Allah, indeed I have wronged myself greatly, and there is none who forgives sins besides You. So grant me forgiveness from You and have mercy on me, for You are the All-Forgiving, Most Merciful.
Now turn your face towards your right shoulder, and say the Salaam
Assalaamu alaykum wa rahmatullah.
May the peace and mercy of Allah be upon you.
Then turn your face towards your left shoulder, and again say the above Salaam.
This completes your Salah.
Now make Dua to Almighty Allah. You can pray for yourself, your parents, your family, your friends and all the people in the Muslim Ummah. You can make Dua for Allah to make you a better person, to give you happiness, to forgive your sins.
Our Beloved Prophet used to sometimes read this Dua:
Rabbana aatina fid-duniya hasanataw, wa fil aakhirati hasanataw, wa kina azaaban naar.
O Lord, grant us the best of this world, and the best of the Hereafter, and save us from the Fire (of Hell).
Read Durood Sharif before you finish your Dua, and then say ‘ameen’ and wipe your palms over your face.


Birth name: Imam-e-Rabbani Sheikh Ahmad Farooqi Sirhindi
Birth date: 14 Shawwal 971
Born in: Sirhind, India


Hazrat Sheikh Ahmad Sirhind, also known as Imam-e-Rabbani [the Imam of Wise Guidance] and Mujaddid Alf Thaani [meaning the reviver of the second millennium], is a great Sufi saint of the Naqshbandi golden chain [also known as a Silsila or Tariqa].

He was given these titles as accolades for his undeniable work & effort to revive the spirit of Islam and oppose the corruption prevalent during the time of the Mughal Empire. His significant religious influence in India still holds great impact upon its Sufi roots even to this day.

Most of the branches which stem from the Naqshbandi order today, such as the Mujaddidi, Saifi, Tahiri and Qasimiya branches, trace their spiritual lineage through Sheikh Sirhindi, often referring to themselves as "Naqshbandi Mujaddidi" due to this connection.

He is also a descendant of the noble Companion and second Khalifa of Islam, Hazrat Sayyidina Umar Farooq [R.A].

Early Life & Sufism

Sheikh Ahmad Sirhindi was born after midnight, on 14 Shawwal 971 in the village of Sirhind, near the city of Chandigarh in present-day India.

His mother relates, "After the birth of my son Ahmad, I fell unconscious whereupon I had a vision, and saw that my home was full of Awliya Allah (Saints) who were all congratulating me on the birth of my son".

His father relates, "On the day of the birth of my son, I had a vision in which I saw Allah's Messenger (s.a.w) reciting first the Azan and then the Takbir in the ears of my son."

Being born into a pious family descending from Sayyidina Umar Farooq, he received most of his early education from his father, Sheikh Abdul Ahad. He memorised the Qur'an thus becoming a Hafiz, and then was then sent to Sialkot in Pakistan, where he learned logic, philosophy and theology, also studying advanced texts of Tafsir and Hadith before he returned home.

At a young age, Sheikh Sirhindi had also made rapid progress in the Suharwardiya, Qadriya, and Chishtiya orders of Sufism, and was given permission to initiate and train followers at the age of 17.

While busy spreading the teachings of these Tariqas, he felt a void within himself and continuously searched to fulfil it. He then found an interest in the Naqshbandi order, as he saw through the secrets of the other three Tariqas that it was, in reality, the best and most favourable.

In his words, the Naqshbandi Tariqa is "the mother of all Tariqas."

His spiritual progress eventually brought him into the presence of the Ghaws and Qutb of his time, Sheikh Mohammad Baqi. Through the guidance and supervision of this great Saint, Sheikh Sirhindi progressed up the spiritual ladder and soon became a Master of this order, his mystical insight and piety inspiring all those who learnt from him.

Imprisonment by the Emperor
One proof of the Sheikh's steadfastness on the Haqq is as follows. When the emperor Jahangir came to the throne, his wife, who held Shia beliefs, influenced him strongly and many of the people around him, including some advisors, were Rafidhites. Without any fear or worry, Sheikh Sirhind wrote books and articles that refuted their beliefs. It wasn't long before these people became his enemies, and began to tell the emperor, 'This Sheikh is very dangerous. His beliefs are corrupt, and he is against you and will not bow down before you."

Eventually, the emperor commanded that the Sheikh be imprisoned in Gwalior Fort for an unlimited period.

A great miracle is reported by his son, Sheikh Sayyid, who says, "He was under very intense security in jail, where guards surrounded his room on every side. Yet every Friday, he would be seen in the mosque. No matter how much security he was under, he would disappear from prison and miraculously appear in the mosque."

The Sheikh's state of patience and gratitude was such that he never wished ill upon his enemies, nor did he allow his family and followers to do so. Many thousands of prisoners in Gwalior Fort embraced Islam at the hand of the Sheikh, and a very many of these took Bayt (pledge of allegiance) at his hands, attaining high stages of Wilayat (sainthood) as a result of his company.

The Sheikh would say, "If the Emperor had not imprisoned me, so many thousands of people would have been deprived of the Light of Islam."

This imprisonment allowed him to fulfil the Sunnah of Prophet Yusuf, as he endured the hardships of captivity with the utmost patience. The Sheikh wrote to his family and friends from the prison, saying, "Although hardship is indeed distasteful, it is a blessing. Praise Allah and do not spend even a moment in neglect. Always be busy in one of three things; the first is recital of Qur'an, the second is Salaah, and the third, abundance of Zikrullah (Remembrance of Allah). Always be pleased with whatever state Allah has given you. Pray that Allah gathers us all in Paradise, and that our meeting each other in this Duniya is for the Aakhirah itself."

Despite all the hardship suffered by the Sheikh in prison, the emperor noticed that he was unmoved from his original stance.

In addition, the Karamat (miracle) of the Sheikh had come to the emperor's notice, in that thousands of thieves and bandits had attained guidance and become pious people through the company of the Sheikh. It was at this point that the emperor began to regret imprisoning the Sheikh. Around this time, the Emperor Jahangir had a dream in which he saw Sayyidina Rasulallah (s.a.w) saying, "O Jahangir, you have imprisoned a very great person!"

After this dream, the emperor Jahangir sorely regretted his actions and demanded the immediate release of the Sheikh. The Sheikh was brought to the Emperor, who apologized and asked the Sheikh to forgive him. The emperor now began to treat the Sheikh with the utmost respect and would even serve him himself. Indeed, his love for the Sheikh increased so much that Jahangir would find absence from the Sheikh unbearable. Shah Jahan was also amongst the Mureeds of the Sheikh, and other members of the ruling group, including scholars and ministers, continued to join the Silsila Mujaddidia right up to and including the reign of Alamgir Aurangzeb.

Shariah & Sufism

The Sufi path is based on Shariah, which is fundamental to the ways of Tasawwuf and Islam. The two concepts do not contradict each other, as clarified by Sheikh Sirhindi in this small excerpt from one of his letters:

"The Shariah has three parts: knowledge, action, and sincerity of motive (ikhlas); unless you fulfil the demands of all these parts, you do not obey the Shariah. And when you obey the Shariah, you obtain the Pleasure of God, which is the most supreme good in this world and the Hereafter.

The Qur'an says, "The Pleasure of God is the highest good." Hence, the Shariah comprehends all the good of this world and the next, and nothing is left out for which one has to go beyond the Shariah.

The Tariqa [Order] and the Haqiqa [Reality] for which the Sufis are known, are subservient to the Shariah, as they help to realize its third part namely, sincerity (ikhlas). Hence they are sought in order to fulfil the Shariah, not to achieve something beyond the Shariah.

The raptures and ecstasies which the Sufis experience, and the ideas and truths which come to them in the course of their journey, are not the goal of Sufism. They are rather myths and fancies on which the children of Sufism are fed. One has to pass over them all and reach the stage of satisfaction (Raza) which is the final goal of ‘Suluk’ [travelling, i.e. the Sufi path] and ‘Jazba’ [overwhelming love]."

[taken from the Maktubat of Sheikh Ahmad Sirhind, also known as his Collection of Letters, Vol. 1:36]

Writings of Sheikh Ahmad Sirhind

Though he wrote many books, the most famous of his works are a collection of 536 letters, collectively entitled Collected Letters or Maktubat. These letters were addressed to the Mughal rulers of his time and other contemporaries and they were compiled during his lifetime.

The three volumes were compiled as detailed below:

Volume 1 - contains 313 letters, and was compiled by Khwaja Yaar Mohammad Badakhshi Talqani, a Mureed of Sheikh Ahmad Sirhindi.

The volume was named Durr al-Ma'rifat and was completed in 1025 AH. Sheikh Sirhind ordered that it end at 313 letters, 313 being a sacred number [a significant figure in Islam, as there was 313 Muslim soldiers in the famous battle of Badr, in which the Muslims were victorious].

Volume 2 - was named as Noor al-Khallaq and contains 99 letters. It was compiled by Khwaja Abdul Hayy.

Volume 3 - was compiled by Khwaja Mohammad Hashim Kashmi and contains 124 letters. The volume was named Ma'rifat al-Haqa'iq.


- Once, a great Sheikh wrote to him asking, "The states which you reached and are speaking about, did the Sahaba receive them, and if they did, did they receive them at one time or did they receive them at separate times?"

He answered, "I cannot give you an answer unless you come into my presence."

When the Sheikh went to him, he immediately unveiled to him his spiritual reality and cleansed the darkness of his heart. The Sheikh fell prostrate at his feet from the strength of such Light, and said, "I believe, I believe! I see now that these states were all revealed to the Sahaba simply by looking at the Messenger (s.a.w)."

- One time in the month of fasting, Ramadan, he was invited by ten of his Mureeds to break fast with them. He accepted the invitation of each of them. When the time came to break the fast, he was present at each of their houses, breaking the fast, and they saw him in each of their houses at the same time.

- Once, he looked at the sky and it was raining. He said, "O rain! Stop until such and such hour." It stopped until the exact time he had said, after which it started to rain again.

- One day, the King ordered that a man be executed. That man came to Sheikh Ahmad Sirhind and said, "Please write a stay of execution for me." He wrote to the Sultan, "Don't execute this man." The Sultan, out of respect and fear for the Sheikh, pardoned the man.

- One time, a Mureed made the intention to visit Sheikh Ahmad Sirhind. On his way, he was invited to be the guest of a man who disliked the Sheikh. The Mureed, however, didn't know this until after dinner, when the host began insulting the Sheikh.

As the Mureed went to sleep later that night, in his heart he was saying, "O Allah, I came to visit the Sheikh, not to hear someone curse the Sheikh. Forgive me."

Then he slept and when he awoke, he found that the man had died. He went quickly to the Sheikh and began to tell him the story. Sheikh Ahmad Sirhind raised his hand and said, "Stop! There is no need to tell me what happened. I am the one who caused it."

Quotes from his Maktubat

In his famous Maktubat (collection of Letters), he said:
- "It must be known that Allah has placed us under His Obligations and His Prohibitions. Allah said, 'Whatever the Prophet gave you, take it, and whatever he prohibited you, leave it.' [59:7] If we are going to be sincere in this, we have to attain to Annihilation and the love of the Essence. Without these, we cannot reach this degree of obedience. Thus we are under another obligation, which is to seek the Way of Sufism, because this Way will lead us to the state of Annihilation and the love of the Essence.

Each Order differs from the other in its states of perfection; so too does each Order keep the Sunnah of the Prophet  and have its own definition of what that entails. Every Order has its own way of keeping the Sunnah of the Prophet. Our Order, through its Sheikhs, requires us to keep all the commands of the Prophet  and to leave all the things he prohibited. Our Sheikhs don't follow the easy ways (rukhas) but insist on keeping the difficult ways. In all their seeking, they keep in mind the verse of Qur'an which says, 'Men whom neither business nor trade will divert from the Remembrance of Allah' [24:37]."

"In the journey leading to the unveiling of the Divine Realities, the seeker moves through various stages of knowledge of and proximity to His Lord."

"The entire process [of reaching Allah] is like threading a needle. The thread seeks the eye of the needle, passes through and then proceeds down to where it began. There the two ends meet, form a knot and secure the entire thread. They form a whole; thread, eye and needle, and any material they catch is sewn into the fabric of the unity."

"It must be known to everyone that the Naqshbandi Sheikhs chose to guide their Mureeds first through the movement from Allah, travelling from the higher states to the lower. For this reason they maintain the common veils over the spiritual vision of the Mureed, removing the veil of ordinary consciousness only at the final step. All other Tariqas begin with the movement to Allah, moving from the lowest states to the highest, and removing the common veils first."

It is mentioned in the Hadith of the Prophet (s.a.w), 'Scholars are the inheritors of the Prophets.' The knowledge of Prophets is of two kinds: knowledge of laws and knowledge of Secrets. The scholar cannot be called an inheritor if he does not inherit both knowledges. If he takes only one knowledge, he is incomplete. Thus the real inheritors are the ones who take the knowledge of the laws and the knowledge of the Secrets, and only the saints have truly received and protected this inheritance."

Final Phase of Life

Once the mission of the Sheikh had been accomplished, he increasingly began to prefer solitude and seclusion. One day the Sheikh stated, "It seems that my time for departure is near." He wrote to his sons, saying, "Yesterday, during the Muraqaba after the Fajr prayer, I noticed that the robe I would usually wear was not with me, and it was replaced by another." This signalled that his role would be passed down to a successor.

Later, the Sheikh appointed Khwaja Mohammad Masoom as his successor, and instructed all his Khulafa and Mureeds to take Bayt at the hand of Khwaja Mohammad Masoom. The responsibility of running the Khanqah was also passed on. If any new people came to the Sheikh asking to be his Mureeds, the Sheikh would send them to Khwaja Mohammad Masoom.

Some people related that during these days, they asked the Sheikh why he had isolated himself so much from creation.

He replied that his time for leaving this world was very close and that he had reached the age of sixty three, exactly the age at which Allah's Nabi (s.a.w) had passed away, so he knew that he too would pass away very soon. The Sheikh stated:

"O men of Allah! I have passed on to you everything that has been given to me by Allah and His Messenger (s.a.w). In the struggle to uphold the true Deen of Islam, I worked hard and relentlessly all my life. I was a victim of oppression and tolerated much hardship, but despite the harshest of harsh attempts by various forces to destroy the cause, I remained steadfast and never allowed myself to be complacent. Now I am to part from you, and I leave you in the Hands of the Lord of the Worlds. Our next meeting will be under the banner of Allah's Messenger (s.a.w) on the Day of Qiyamat."

Upon hearing this, those present could not hold themselves back and began to weep uncontrollably, and all began to say, "O Imamul Awliya! There is no doubt whatsoever that you have striven relentlessly in the struggle to uphold the Shariah, and to revive the Deen of Islam. And inshAllah, we will testify to this fact on the Day of Judgement."

After this the Sheikh made Dua and then proceeded from the Khanqah.

The Passing Away of a Mujaddid

After six to seven months of solitude, the Sheikh visited, for the last time, the blessed shrines of his dear father and his respected grandfather. After this, the Sheikh fell ill and did not recover, and on the 13th of Safar this illness was increased by a high fever.

Despite being so ill, the Sheikh continued to pray Salah in congregation and did not reduce his habit of Zikr and Muraqaba.

The illness gradually worsened and at the time of Chasht prayer, on Tuesday 28th Safar 1034 AH (10th December 1624 AD), the Sheikh left this world and was reunited with the Merciful Creator at the age of 63.

He was buried in the village of Sirhind, and his tomb is now a place of shelter, solace and immense blessing for all those seeking the Truth.

Nice Sharings / How to Confess Your Love to Someone
« on: November 19, 2011, 10:37:17 AM »
Love is an eternal feeling. It never dies. There are many people whom we love a lot. But at times it gets difficult to confess the love. If you are interested to know how to confess your love then you are at the right place. Here we will discuss on the various ways to confess your love. This article on How to Confess Your Love to Someone will sure help you in different ways.

Be sure
It is important that when you confess the love to someone that person should be in love with you too. You should never confess your love to someone who may or may not love you. Remember that your love is precious. First be sure that the person to whom you would confess your love is a deserving person. As you realize the worth of your love, then you may confess it.

The ambience
As you plan to confess your love to someone, you need to make the right ambience. Do not confess your love in any place. The ambience should be perfect. Your life gets a new look and a fresh dimension from here. So make sure that you confess your love at the right place. The ambience should be calm. There should not be much people than you both. As you want to confess your love you may tell him/her that you want to say something important and you want to meet. This will also give the other person some idea that something special may happen.

Be prepared
Future is always unpredictable. You may not know the outcome of your confession. But know that when you both have met, you cannot look back. Go ahead and confess your love. The outcome may be positive or negative. Be optimistic in life. Tell the person you love; tell that you are all done to confess your love. The magic will surely follow.

Choose a day
As you are ready to confess your love, you can make it trendy and happening. Choose a perfect day for the confession. It may be any of yours birthday. Or it can be a Valentine’s Day. Confessing your love on such special days will make things much more special.

Choose different ways
You may choose different ways to confess your love. You can write poems. Buy an extraordinary gift. Plan for an exclusive dinner to confess your love. This way you will make the day a memorable one. You need to know the person well. Once you know the person well you will be able to plan things accordingly.

Speak frankly
Once you are ready to confess your love, speak frankly. Don’t think for any ifs and buts. Don’t be scared. As you know the person, you will definitely win in this battle of life.

Tips on confessing love
Here are few tips for you as you confess the love.

Be sure
Be confident
Be happy
Believe in yourself
Don’t be scared
Be positive and optimistic

Stories For All / The Ice Princess :: A Short Love Story
« on: November 10, 2011, 10:27:22 AM »
A Victorian cottage, a bottle of wine, a roaring fire - all the elements for romance. Yet how could Kate feel anything but contempt for her husband after seeing him locked in a passionate embrace with a woman young enough to be his daughter?

It was a winding road that led to the tiny Victorian cottage, tucked into a hill. Katy watched Vance with gilded eyes, scanning the handsome face, the bold 'Stewart' nose, finally resting on the inset dimple locked into his rugged right cheek.

"Maryland is gorgeous this time of year, eh Kate?" he queried, glazing his lips with a charming smile as he addressed her. "Almost perfect, wouldn't you say?"

Kate reverted her attention to the lovely drive, trying to focus on anything other than her unrequited lover. How could he just sit there so cool? So collected? Five years she'd given him. It deeply grieved her to know that he had casually tossed those wonderful years away for that-that rag muffin of a girl. Rather, Lani Darling, as she'd overheard Vance refer to her.

Three months ago, she would have trusted him with her life. Of course, all that had been washed away. The first encounter occurred when she had paid a surprise visit to Lance's office, hoping they could enjoy a romantic lunch together. There was an Italian 'hole-in-the-wall' that she'd went to with a friend one day, and the establishment served the best rosemary bread she'd ever tasted.

There, on the side of his desk, had rested Lani Darling in a red, low-cut dress supporting a silk scarf that Kate wanted to strangle the woman with. She had been whispering to Vance, and Kate could never erase the disturbed reaction on his face if she lived to be a thousand!

Oh, but Vance was slick. He had nonchalantly soothed over the moment, passing Lani off as a business acquaintance. Like an idiot, Kate had swallowed his ludicrous story, hook, line and sinker.

One month later, upon visiting that out-of-the way Italian restaurant, she caught them huddled together in a dark corner, their hands locked beside a wax-coated bottle, only the light of the flickering candle illuminating Vance's face as Kate slowly made her way to the table.

Awkwardly, he had attempted to explain the cozy situation, failing miserably. Lani had discretely vanished. Two weeks later, Vance had her eating out of his hand again, Kate feeling ridiculous and childish for ever believing he could cheat on her.

But everything changed last week. Kate made a decision to postpone her business trip and surprise Vance at home. He'd been so wonderful to her lately, especially by planning the romantic trip to a lovely Victorian cottage in Maryland.

Kate hurried home that day, pausing at the market to gather some fruit, cheese and wine. Vance and her were going to have the most romantic weekend!

She remembered everything. That's how it always is in the end. One takes in every sight, every sound, every movement...

She had turned her key in lock of the quaint manor which she and Vance called home, then she had quietly entered, the pungent smell of roses mingling with the air. Laughter, from the den. Then silence as Kate had made her way towards her worst fears. The kiss, Vance, Lani.

She had turned, unnoticed, slipped out the door, then had vanished into the fog of the early evening, a million thoughts circling in her head.

"Kate? Katy!"

Kate heard herself ease out a painful groan, then looked at Vance as he drew her back to the present.

"Darling, you're crying," Vance observed, his brow tensed in confusion.

Vance felt utterly helpless. She was doing this again, this new crying saga that had seemed to become her familiar stage these days. Hell, what was wrong with her? Hormones? She was too young to be experiencing 'the change'. Wasn't PMS either. Well, whatever it was he wished to God that the Kate he knew and loved would soon resurface.

Surely she wasn't still obsessing over Lani? Jealously wasn't a 'Kate trait'. Besides, Lani was young enough to be his kid sister.

He reached over to clasp her hand, shocked when she suddenly pulled away.

Grimacing, he eased out, "My dear Kate, you're becoming the perfect ice maiden. It seems that every time I touch you..."

"Look, we're almost there," she jerked out, whisking away her tears and pointing to the lovely cottage in the distance. She needed to focus on something other than Vance right now. Besides, he couldn't possibly care why she was crying.

How romantic... A line of blue clouds surrounded the cottage, the elegant windowpanes mirroring the rays of the evening sun. A beautiful herb garden rested beside the house, the towering lavender waving in the cool breeze spun by the north wind.

Vance and Kate spent the next couple of hours settling into the cottage, both feeling acutely miserable. The owner of the cottage had set out a beautiful basket of fresh fruit. In the refrigerator a meal of chicken a la orange, baked potatoes, and julienne beans had been prepared for their evening meal. Homemade bread rested on a wooden board to accompany the romantic meal. However, at this point, neither Vance nor Kate felt like eating.

Vance had started a warm, cozy fire in the small den, asking Kate to join him. At his request, they settled in front of the fire and she tensed as he eased out thoughtfully, "There's a reason I brought you here, Kate. This seemed like the perfect spot and as we can both see, the brochure did not lie."

My God, he was going to do it! He was going to tell her about his rendezvous with that Lani slut. Suddenly, she could see, hear, smell, feel everything about her so intensely for this was the end - the flickering fire, the wood as it drifted up through the chimney shaft - her heart wildly quaking as it suddenly felt close to shattering…

She inwardly reeled as Vance continued his stabbing words, rising to collect something as he spoke to her. "Kate, this may not be the moment to do this, because I feel there's something askew in our relationship. Perhaps, it's a phase. Perhaps you don't love me anymore."

How could she not love him? He was like "Sara Lee" - nobody didn't like Vance Stewart!

"Nonetheless, my surprise can't wait a moment longer," he continued, collecting a rather large sealed package as he spoke that Kate hadn't noticed until now.

He drug the object over to their 'sitting' place, the fire being their only light.

"For you, my darling," he eased out with a twisted smile.

Kate shook her head, mystification meshing with her confusion.

"Well, open it, darling! Hurry, or I'll have to do it for you!" Vance laughed, encouraging her as he beckoned her.

Kate's hands shook. She was confused. What could this be? Vance was going to end their marriage, right?

Carefully, she eased away the packing, an exquisite full-length painting surfacing into view. Gracing a glance over the face of the portrait, Kate reeled. My God! It was her - Kate!

Her gaze flew to Vance, his deep wonderful laugh filling the room. "I do hope you like it, darling? Lani has indeed performed a masterpiece, don't you agree?"

Lani? Kate's eyes filled with tears, the situating dawning on her. My, all this time Vance had been meeting with Lani to secure this painting of her! This wonderful painting!

Vance was immediately beside her, taking her sobbing form into his arms. "Darling," he sighed, uncertain as to what to do. "Please, tell me what's wrong? I just want things to be like they were before. I feel as if I can't do anything to help. I-I feel so lost, so helpless without you."

He had to strain his ears as she jerked out between sobs, "Oh, darling, I thought you were... you-you were having an affair with her."

Vance tensed his brows together, his face lined with confusion. "Her? My God, surely not Lani?"

Then he eased out a mocking laugh and continued, "Kate! She's young enough to be my kid sister."

Kate sniffed, then corrected, "She's young enough to be your daughter, darling. However, I must admit that I assumed you were cheating. I-I thought I caught you kissing her-"

Vance instantly cut her off. "That's because you did, darling."


"You did. Oh, don't look so shocked, you conniving little Kate thing. And you're wondering what gave you away, eh?"

She nodded rather innocently and he continued, "I didn't see you, but I did take in an intense whiff of your perfume that evening. Actually, until this moment, I thought I had imagined that. But you were there, weren't you? In the wings, nosing around."

He paused, taking time to wipe away one stray tear. "Kate, I understand everything so clearly now. This would have been a lot simpler if you'd just come to me. Nonetheless, when I saw what a wonderful masterpiece that Lani had created, yes - I grabbed her and kissed her cheek! You must have saw, right?"

"Yes, I've been naughty, darling. Oh, how could I? I-I love you so much, words just aren't enough."

"Ssshhh," Vance told her, placing an index finger over her warm lips. "I love you too, darling. I must admit, you had me worried. I thought my fair maiden had turned into an ice princess."

"Yes, darling, I did. But see these tears? You've melted all the coldness away."

The warm fire crackled beside them but it could not match the warmth they felt for one another.

Today I Decided To Quit :: Lovely Conversation With GOD
Today I decided to quit...
I quit my job,
My Relationship,
My Spirituality...
I wanted to quit my life.
I went to the woods to have one last talk with GOD.
"GOD", I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"
His answer surprised me...

"Look around", GOD said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"

"Yes", I replied.

"When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good careof them. I gave them light. I gave them water. The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo. In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful. And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on the bamboo." GOD said.

"In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit. In year four, again, there was nothing from the bamboo see. I would not quit." GOD said.

"Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Comparedto the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant... But just six months later the bamboo rose toover 100 feet tall. It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and gave it what itneeded to survive. I would not give any of my creationsa challenge it could not handle." GOD said to me.

"Did you know, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots? I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you. Don't compare yourself to others. " GOD said.

"The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern. Yet they both make the forest beautiful. Your time will come." GOD said to me."You will rise high"

"How high should I rise?" I asked.

"How high will the bamboo rise?" GOD asked in return.

"As high as it can?" I questioned

"Yes." GOD said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can."

I left the forest and bring back this story.

I hope these words can help...

:: Moral of the Story ::

Keep Faith in your Heart... Never Give Up...

Some times... Some work need more time to achieve... Give time... Keep patience

Always concentrate on Goal... Never think about when you will achieve your goal. Just do your job.

Give your 100% efforts without any doubt.

Success is not a goal. You work for your goal not for success. Remember, Success is the fruit of your work done.

Stories For All / In The Search of Diamond
« on: November 09, 2011, 01:28:09 PM »
In The Search of Diamond :: Awesome Short Story
There was a farmer in Africa who was happy and content. He was happy because he was content. He was content because he was happy.

One day a wise man came to him and told him about the glory of diamonds and the power that goes along with them.

The wise man said, "If you had a diamond the size of your thumb, you could have your own city. If you had a diamond the size of your fist, you could probably own your own country." And then he went away.

That night the farmer couldn't sleep. He was unhappy and he was discontent. He was unhappy because he was discontent and discontent because he was unhappy. The next morning he made arrangements to sell off his farm, took care of his family and went in search of diamonds.

He looked all over Africa and couldn't find any. He looked all through Europe and couldn't find any. When he got to Spain, he was emotionally, physically and financially broke. He got so disheartened that he threw himself into the Barcelona River and committed suicide.

Back home, the person who had bought his farm was watering the camels at a stream that ran through the farm. Across the stream, the rays of the morning sun hit a stone and made it sparkle like a rainbow. He picked up the stone and put it in the living room.

That afternoon the wise man came and saw the stone sparkling. He asked about farmer. The new owner said, "No, why do you ask?"

The wise man said, "Because that is a diamond. I recognize one when I see one."

The man said, no, that's just a stone I picked up from the stream. Come, I'll show you. There are many more."

They went and picked some samples and sent them for analysis. Sure enough, the stones were diamonds. They found that the farm was indeed covered with acres and acres of diamonds.

:: Moral of the Story ::

When our attitude is right, we realize that we are all walking on acres and acres of diamonds.

Opportunity is always under our feet. We don't have to go anywhere. All we need to do is recognize it.

When people don't know how to recognize opportunity, they complain of noise when it knocks.

The same opportunity never knocks twice. The next one may be better or worse, but it is never the same one.

Nice Sharings / Student & Professor Conversation
« on: November 09, 2011, 01:26:16 PM »
Inspiring Conversation :: Student & Professor Conversation :: Awesome True Story
An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, The Almighty.

He asks one of his new students to stand and .....

Prof: So you believe in God?
Student: Absolutely, sir.

Prof: Is God good?
Student: Sure.

Prof: Is God all-powerful?
Student: Yes.

Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn't. How is this God good then? Hmm?
(Student is silent.)

Prof: You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fellow. Is God good?
Student: Yes.

Prof: Is Satan good?
Student: No.

Prof: Where does Satan come from?
Student: From...God...

Prof: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?
Student: Yes.

Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything. Correct?
Student: Yes.

Prof: So who created evil?
Student does not answer.

Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?
Student: Yes, sir.

Prof: So, who created them?
Student has no answer.

Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Tell me, son...Have you ever seen God?
Student: No, sir.

Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God?
Student: No, sir.

Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelt your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?
Student: No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.

Prof: Yet you still believe in Him?
Student: Yes.

Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?
Student: Nothing. I only have my faith.

Prof: Yes. Faith. And that is the problem science has.

Student: Professor, is there such a thing as heat?
Prof: Yes.

Student: And is there such a thing as cold?
Prof: Yes.

Student: No sir. There isn't.
(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)

Student: Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.
(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)

Student: What about darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?
Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?

Student: You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light....But if you have no light constantly, you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't. If it were you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?
Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?

Student: Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.
Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?

Student: Sir, you are working on the premise of duality. You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?
Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.

Student: Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?
(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realize where the argument is going.)

Student: Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher?
(The class is in uproar.)

Student: Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain?
(The class breaks out into laughter.)

Student: Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?
(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student, his face unfathomable.)

Prof: I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.
Student: That is it sir... The link between man & god is FAITH. That is all that keeps things moving & alive.

Nice Sharings / The Absorbed Fisherman
« on: November 09, 2011, 01:23:47 PM »
Short Awesome Story
"A man was sitting on the bank of a stream, all alone, fishing. It was getting late and still he had caught no fish. After a while the float on his line began to move. Now and then its tip touched the water. The fisherman was holding the line tight in his hands, ready to pull it up, when somebody came walking by, on the road above the banks of the stream. "Sir," the traveller said to the fisherman, "can you tell me where the Lettermans live? It’s somewhere around here..."

There was no reply from the fisherman, because he was just on the verge of pulling up his rod. There seemed to be business at the end of the line. Again and again the traveller said, in a louder voice, "Sir, can you tell me where the Lettermans live?" But the man fishing in the stream was unconscious of everything around him. His hands were trembling, his eyes fixed on the float, the picture of a fine fish about to come up, vivid in his mind. "This man must be stone deaf," said the traveller to himself, very much annoyed, and so he started walking on the road again.

After he had gone quite a way, it happened that the fisherman’s float sank under the water and with one pull of the rod he landed a good sized fish. Wiping the sweat from, his brow (it was a hot day) he now turned and shouted after the visitor. "Hey!" he said. "Come here! Listen! But the man would not even turn his face. After much shouting, however, he did come back. He said to the fisherman, "Why are you shouting at me?"

"What did you ask me about?" said the fisherman.

"Why, I repeated my question so many times and here you are, asking me to repeat it again!" The fisherman replied: "At that time a fish was after my bait, so I didn’t hear a word of what you said."

:: Moral of the Story ::

This story illustrates how one should become completely absorbed in meditation.

Nice Sharings / God knows what He's doing (for all of us).
« on: November 09, 2011, 01:22:25 PM »
The Tea Cup
There was a couple who used to go to England to shop in the beautiful stores. They both liked antiques and pottery and especially teacups. This was their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary.

One day in this beautiful shop they saw a beautiful teacup.
They said, "May we see that? We've never seen one quite so beautiful."

As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the teacup spoke. "You don't understand," it said. "I haven't always been a teacup.

There was a time when I was red and I was clay. My master took me and rolled me and patted me over and over and I yelled out, "let me alone", but he only smiled, "Not yet."

"Then I was placed on a spinning wheel," the teacup said, "and suddenly I was spun around and around and around.Stop it! I'm getting dizzy! I screamed. But the master only nodded and said, 'Not yet.'

Then he put me in the oven. I never felt such heat. I wondered why he wanted to burn me, and I yelled and knocked at the door. I could see him through the opening and I could read his lips as He shook his head, 'Not yet.'

Finally the door opened, he put me on the shelf, and I began to cool. 'There, that's better,' I said. And he brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible. I thought I would gag. 'Stop it, stop it!' I cried. He only nodded, 'Not yet.'

Then suddenly he put me back into the oven, not like the first one. This was twice as hot and I knew I would suffocate. I begged. I pleaded. I screamed. I cried. All the time I could see him through the opening nodding his head saying, 'Not yet.'

Then I knew there wasn't any hope. I would never make it. I was ready to give up. But the door opened and he took me out and placed me on the shelf. One hour later he handed me a mirror and said, 'Look at yourself.And I did. I said, 'That's not me; that couldn't be me. It's beautiful. I'm beautiful.'

'I want you to remember, then,' he said, 'I know it hurts to be rolled and patted, but if I had left you alone, you'd have dried up.

I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel, but if I had stopped, you would have crumbled. I knew it hurt and was hot and disagreeable in the oven, but if I hadn't put you there, you would have cracked.

I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over, but if I hadn't done that, you never would have hardened; you would not have had any color in your life. And if I hadn't put you back in that second oven,you wouldn't survive for very long because the hardness would not have held. Now you are a finished product. You are what I had in mind when I first began with you.

:: Moral Of The Story ::

God knows what He's doing (for all of us). He is the Potter, and we are His clay. He will mold us and make us, so that we may be made into a flawless piece of work to fulfill His good, pleasing, and perfect will.

No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not tempt you beyond what you can bear; but with the temptation also make a way to escape, that you may be able to bear it.

Nice Sharings / Mother’s Sacrifice
« on: November 09, 2011, 01:03:11 PM »
This is a true story of Mother’s Sacrifice during the China Earthquake.

After the Earthquake had subsided, when the rescuers reached the ruins of a young woman’s house, they saw her dead body through the cracks. But her pose was somehow strange that she knelt on her knees like a person was worshiping; her body was leaning forward, and her two hands were supporting by an object. The collapsed house had crashed her back and her head.

With so many difficulties, the leader of the rescuer team put his hand through a narrow gap on the wall to reach the woman’s body. He was hoping that this woman could be still alive. However, the cold and stiff body told him that she had passed away for sure.
He and the rest of the team left this house and were going to search the next collapsed building. For some reasons, the team leader was driven by a compelling force to go back to the ruin house of the dead woman. Again, he knelt down and used his had through the narrow cracks to search the little space under the dead body. Suddenly, he screamed with excitement,” A child! There is a child! “

The whole team worked together; carefully they removed the piles of ruined objects around the dead woman. There was a 3 months old little boy wrapped in a flowery blanket under his mother’s dead body. Obviously, the woman had made an ultimate sacrifice for saving her son. When her house was falling, she used her body to make a cover to protect her son. The little boy was still sleeping peacefully when the team leader picked him up.
The medical doctor came quickly to exam the little boy. After he opened the blanket, he saw a cell phone inside the blanket. There was a text message on the screen. It said,” If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.” This cell phone was passing around from one hand to another. Every body that read the message wept. ” If you can survive, you must remember that I love you.” Such is the mother’s love for her child!!

Stories For All / She is Back, I’ve got da Love of My Life
« on: October 26, 2011, 02:15:46 PM »

One Fine day I was travelling from da Desert
I was Tired & very thirsty
When I saw a Beautiful pond of water, I rushed 2 it
Put my hands in da water but before I could sip it
I Felt something
I Looked up, she was standing right there
Face masked with a silk Black cloth
I could see da Beautiful Blue Eyes
Reflecting da shining water
Oops da Masked slipped, she is so pretty
She started splashing water on her face, Making up her silky brown hair
I can’t stop starring her
She looks at me
Noticing her, masks her face again and walks away
My Beautiful Princess,
Unmask yourself
It is like da clouds are covering da Moon
I can’t let her go
I started following her
She started walking with her Friends
I walked behind her
Hoping 4 another glimpse
An opportunity to talk to her
Finally she turned & gave me a Beautiful smile
Da world just stopped
It was da most amazing feeling
I knew I had fallen for her
A Rosy on da Flowery Lips
Da Naughty smile is killing me
Da surroundings are also falling in Love
A Sand storm, I have lost her
I get back in da car
“Can you plz. Drop me 2 da Next Town”
She is Back, I’ve got da Love of My Life

ALLAH (s.a.w.) said; after you pray to me and made a wish or telling me ur desires... go out and find the blessings that i made just for you

Special Thanx 2 Princess SimraN/Ayesha/Sohail & MariaM

Health Discussions.. / Orange
« on: August 23, 2011, 12:33:50 PM »

Orange is Beneficial in the following cases :

Prevent kidney stone
Helps lower cholesterol
Helps prevent diabetes
High blood pressure
Persons addicted to alcohol have found that the desire for liquor is greatly reduced by drinking of orange juice.
Consumption of large quantities of oranges will decrease the outpouring of mucus secretions from the nose.

It contains Per 100 gm. :
Vitamin A : 190 I.U.
Vitamin B : Thiamine .08 mg.;
Vitamin C : 49 mg.
Calcium : 33 mg.
Phosphorus : 23 mg.
Potassium : 300 mg.

Orange is one of the most favorite fruit in the world. Orange is loaded with vitamins, and the most abundant vitamin in orange is Vitamin C. This powerful vitamin protect our body against harmful elements.

Nutritional Contents of Orange :

Betacarotene, another powerful antioxidant that protects our cells from being damage.
Calcium that helps protect and maintain the health of our bone and teeth.
Folic Acid for proper brain development.
Magnesium helps maintain blood pressure.
Potassium helps maintain electrolyte balance in the cells, and is important in maintaining a healthy cardiovascular system.
Thiamin helps to convert food into energy.
Vitamin B6 helps support the production of hemoglobin that carries oxygen to all parts of the body

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